On my arrival I couldnt believe that my sons friend Andrew was now a good looking strapping lad. He must be six foot too with good looks too. I sat on...the worktop flashing my legs a little no intentionaly at first. He couldnt take his eyes off them and kept trying to glimpse further up. I then realised that there was no wine and Andrew offered to get some more. My son had plans and was going out so I told Andrew to get two bottles. He flashed me a smile as he and my son went off. Twenty minutes. All she could think of were boys, girls, flowers, couples, romantic dinners, chocolate…and love. She scoffed at the mere thought. Her all-consuming and bitter jealousy was putting her in a very sour mood indeed. Valentine’s Day, hah, she thought. Whose bright idea was that? She fumed, but despite herself, she handled the man’s dozen long-stem red roses with care. ‘This is the worst holiday ever,’ she muttered, reaching for a bag. Every year it came like some sort of giant mocking nightmare,. He responded by pressing his hardening shaft against her smooth, firm cheeks, his hand sliding down to cup her large, firm breast, his fingers scissoring her nipple as it stiffened in arousal. She reached behind, wrapping her slender fingers around his hard penis. He groaned into her neck, his free hand slipping down to the thong she wore, pulling the thin strand of material from between her cheeks. Feeling the material move to one side she pulled his hardness to her tight opening, lifting her. Jane says. "Yeah, I was all the way at the back of the bus" Mind if I join you? I have not talked to anyone but my mom and my sister all day long." I say "Sure, Join us. Jane here loves meeting new friends, I'm Jane's Dad."Then I rest my hand on her leg and rub her thigh a little.Jane looks at me "Yeah, that's it, DAD." as she struggles, unable to push my hand away, under the table.The girl sits down and says her name is Beth, and she likes to talk a lot it seems.After about a few minutes Jane.